Feigning some sort of wound
The passing flock of angels looked down
One of them delayed his charge
Swooped down to inspect
She barely moved, uttered no sound
She looked up as the angel approached
And she reached up as he paused
Placing her arms tightly around him
She kept squeezing tighter
Just before his death
The angel's comrades attempted rescue
The fight between the triton and angel
Left no room for neutrality
The angel broke free
Eventually
Though his wings were broken
He was carried by the others
And carried with him for eternity
A distrust of beautiful women
Laying upon the rocks
Below
